Thursday, June 30, 2011

poem of the day 06.30.11

new hatreds

beer can
thursday morning

i stick my head out
the window

and watch

some young punk
in a yankees cap

throw dirty paper towels
all over the street

washing his
big american car

with rap music
blasting so loudly
in the dawn

that it rattles my walls

scares my cats

and makes distant babies
cry for their mothers.

1 comment:

Pat Tillett said...

I think I'd be tempted to reach for something with a scope on it...